I answered at once, "Come to-morrow, and see what I may have caught." He did,--and I produced from the same old mill-head a three-pound trout,--to his astonishment, as it had been my own to have caught it.

I have never had such luck before or since, though always a zealous angler in an unprofessional way.
Let me not forget here also the beautiful "Albury Waltz," composed in my drawing-room by Miss Armstrong, and published--it must be twenty years ago now--by Robert Cocks, New Burlington Street: wherein by request I originated the idea of song words for the dancers.

This singing as you danced has been often done since, but I suppose no one then thought of it but myself since King David.

I need say little more about Albury visitors:--for many years there were plenty of them,--but if one put down a tenth part of what even the faithless memory of old age still retains, there would be no end to such inexhaustible recordings.
And here is an Alburian anecdote which may amuse, as illustrative of the mental calibre of some of those myriads of untutored rustics whom our partisan governors have made politically equal with the wisest in the land.

Three young friends came to spend a day with us, and for fun brought in their pockets the absurd noses popular at Epsom races.